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Black & White is located in New York’s East Village, just south of Union Square’s mall-like glaze and a few avenues west of the long-gentrified squalor that gave birth to the city’s original DIY movement. In many ways, it’s one of Manhattan’s last old-school, TV-less rock-and-roll bars; the type of watering hole that hosts poet-friendly open-mic nights and where an indie darling can spin old soul records anonymously while the occasional art collective meets next to a portly barfly with equal cred. It’s also a place where authenticity trumps popularity, from punk to funk, and where Ryan Adams can still get gently scolded by a bartender, with a distinct Ronnie Wood quality, for breaking his “no Neil Young” rule by practicing “Cinnamon Girl” on his acoustic guitar.

The bar is an older-brother venue in a family of nightlife establishments run by Johnny T. Yerington—one of Adams’ closest friends and his occasional drummer—and, when he’s in New York, the Los Angeles-based Adams likes to hang around its basement. There’s something about playing with Yerington that allows Adams to access his rawest songwriting emotions, and though Prisoner— his first LP since his high-profile divorce from actress/singer Mandy Moore— was partially inspired by the ‘80s bangers he listens to when he runs, it also feels very punk rock.

“I could feel that it was going to happen when I saw Johnny,” Adams says of the November 2014 trip that laid the seeds for his 16th album. “I was in New York playing Carnegie Hall and, just being back here, I got really inspired.”

It’s a cold afternoon at the tail end of 2016, and Adams is currently camped out a few blocks from Black & White at Electric Lady Studios, between international dates with his new backing band and a quick trip to Pennsylvania for the holidays. Jimi Hendrix, who lived four blocks north when he died, originally envisioned Electric Lady as something of his urban garage, yet it’s Adams who has truly turned the now-iconic Greenwich Village studio into his sonic lab during his wild ride from North Carolina-bred folk wunderkind to New York indie icon and LA studio cat, and then back again.

“I was inspired to get back here for a couple different reasons but, mainly, in that little bit of time I had in the city, I really felt alive,” Adams admits as he lounges in Electric Lady’s Studio A, wearing a Motörhead sweatshirt over a fitted Batman tee. “I was pretty down and not feeling it in my personal life, and then, all of a sudden, being around old friends, I started to light up. The energy of this place was really conducive to remembering who I was. I had been in LA for a long time before that, and it was fine— but it was a different life. There was a stress on me—not just from touring but from life— that I couldn’t have alleviated if I hadn’t had the experience of coming here when I did. Plus, there are a few legit modern pinball places nearby and I liked a girl here, so I was like, ‘Fuck it.’”

Prisoner, which was released in mid-February, is the emotional exclamation point at the end of Adams’ marriage to Moore and signals the start of his next phase as a songwriter and bandleader. In early 2009, around the time of his wedding, Adams broke up The Cardinals—the cosmic-cowboy group that made him an unexpected Deadhead favorite—and temporarily retired from the road while he battled Ménière’s disease (an inner-ear disorder that causes vertigo and can lead to tinnitus). He moved to Los Angeles and hunkered down at home—releasing the metal album Orion and two collections of poetry—but, for the first time since he helped popularize alt-country in the late ‘90s with Whiskeytown, Adams flew under the adar.

After an 18-month break that felt much longer at the time, he started dipping his toes back into the live arena in late 2010 and returned to the road the next year for a solo acoustic run supporting his then-new record, Ashes & Fire. By 2014, Adams finally felt healthy enough to put together The Shining—a full, electric band—and wrote and released a self-titled album with the help of his new guitarist, Mike Viola. But he continued to struggle with Ménière’s on the road.

“It happens after planes and stuff,” Adams says of his condition. “At some point on the last tour, I suffered a pretty horrific episode. Most of my energy is being spent just staying upright onstage for those two hours. I can exercise and do things to keep myself going at that pace and stay fine— stay level—but there are times when my adrenals just crap out. The stress of the tour… I was really enjoying the tour, but we were hitting it pretty hard. There was stuff in my life at the time—being in the stages leading up to a divorce—and, for more information on that stress level, watch any TBS movie. But all the clichés about divorce are real, whether you play guitar or not. So that stuff was all adding up, and I had a really bad Ménière’s episode. I’ve done a lot of hypnotherapy for it because I don’t want to regulate the pain. I just want to deal with it in a [Henry] Rollins way. But I couldn’t deal, so I needed a break.”

On Jan. 23, 2015, Adams and Moore announced the end of their marriage in a joint statement, and the couple legally parted ways the following year. While Adams has weathered his share of celebrity romances, the divorce and an alimony claim related to their pets dragged him deep into the gossip columns. He continued to write and record through the pain, releasing a complete, surprisingly sincere re-creation of Taylor Swift’s 1989 in late 2015, and working at both Electric Lady and his PAX-AM studio in LA whenever possible.

“It was the first break I’d had in a long time, where I’d seen a doctor and they said, ‘You’re fucking exhausted; you’re tense,’” Adams says of the period after his episode. “I wasn’t sleeping, I had severe compression in my ears and I just couldn’t alleviate it. I was still playing fine, so they gave me some medicine to try and relax and calm me, and told me to rest. It was the first minute I’d had to just chill the fuck out. I also got into PlayStation right around that time, and it’s the first time I actually got into edibles.”

Adams says that the video game Mad Max helped him manage his Ménière’s, but he still clearly had a lot on his mind; he’d been struggling to write on the road for a few album cycles. Eventually, he started seeing a hypnotherapist named Kerry Gaynor to help him stop smoking and figure out why he “felt so lost, trapped and disconnected” while making Ashes & Fire.

“I lost a lot of mojo at the end of The Cardinals, and then it remained lost for a long time out in LA until I worked with Kerry,” Adams says. “He figured out, through our conversations, that I had become disenchanted with the way music was going. I was so offended that people weren’t interested in records anymore that, on some really crazy, unconscious level, I felt like this thing that I risked my whole life to be involved in was somehow gonna go away.”

Though Adams is a fan of certain elements of the current wave of “adventurous pop music,” he still has a sense of humor about it. He sarcastically recounts hearing Rihanna’s robotic vocals— “screaming, ‘Having sex with me is amazing’”—blaring out of a jewelry store at an airport while he walked by. Suddenly, he says, he was nostalgic for the days when he’d complain about elevator music.

“So I couldn’t write anymore,” he continues. “I loved to play guitar, but it hurt my feelings to do it. So that bitter seed was growing this horrible thing in me. [Kerry] said to me: ‘You’re gonna pick up the guitar and you’re gonna remember what it was like when you were 15-16 years old, when it didn’t mean anything to you.’ It’s so hard to get back to that but I did and, ever since that happened, I’ve never felt so fucking good about something in my life. I just felt so optimistic.”

Finally, after struggling to scribble down ideas in his notebook for months, the floodgates opened. The spars , tender, saxophone-assisted “Tightrope” and the emotional shuffle "Outbound Train” poured out on the road; “Prisoner” was sparked on a bus ride while Viola was playing with a guitar riff in the front lounge.

“Then I was like, ‘Holy shit, I gotta go to the studio,’” Adams says. “So I did what any other person would never do. We had, like, two weeks off, and I called Johnny T. and I called this place [Electric Lady], and got on a plane and we started recording.”

Much of Prisoner was recorded live and, between takes, Adams and Yerington would run through hardcore and punk songs to take a breather from the “heartbreak material” they were producing. “We play for fun, but Ryan is always working toward a goal— it always means something,” Yerington says. “Ryan had a lot to say and a lot on his mind. I felt, from the first song, ‘Dive,’ that we were starting something that would be the next Ryan record.” Adams popped into Electric Lady between tour dates throughout the next two years and threw his emotions into his songwriting. In total, he came up with a “business number” of 80-85 songs, 12 of which made it onto Prisoner, and a slew of ideas that are still boiling. “I wanted to come back here [to New York] and make music,” Adams says earnestly, noting how strange it feels to be at Electric Lady for a day of press instead of recording. “I met somebody that was cool as hell and I just wanted to hang out. The conveniences of what I had in LA didn’t match against ‘I’m going to jam with my best friend every day and go hang out and live my life—refuel and live.’ The parallels to Easy Tiger [released in 2007 as Adams was sobering up and stabilizing his life] are crazy because I used to live one block from [Electric Lady], and I just came here every day and basically stayed in the studio for a year. But in this situation, I was still on tour and started living here [in New York] out of a bag and one drawer. That’s what happens when I get into that environment.”

In the late ‘90s, Adams and Yerington met through fellow East Village musician and nightlife tastemaker Jesse Malin. Adams frequented their bar Niagara during the blurry period documented in his hit “New York, New York” and, after learning that Yerington had a rehearsal space nearby, they started jamming and making 4-track recordings. Though he says he has friends who still don’t believe him that he’s actually on Prisoner, Yerington has been involved in every one of Adams’ New York records in some way, including the manic Rock n Roll, an early version of Ashes & Fire and several side projects of varying levels of seriousness. He says they have “mountains of recorded stuff no one has ever heard,” like an unreleased album called Blackhole. “We always have a good time together and there is just a common trust between us. We have a certain telepathy when we play,” says Yerington. “We aren’t afraid to get stupid.”

Adams admits that writing and recording his past two records were such long, involved processes that he actually took a break from listening to music, except for when he was running. His self-curated playlists offer a mix of material—from Black Flag’s My War, Alice in Chains’ Dirt and Robert Plant’s “Big Log” to less expected ‘80s influence , like Bruce Hornsby’s polished work with The Range and Don Henley’s ubiquitous hit “The Boys of Summer.”

“The stuff I listen to when I run is the truth; that’s the shit that I love,” Adams says. Those sounds started to creep into his approach as well. As Adams worked through issues in his personal life, his sound started to morph.

“I started with this big, raw, rumbling, nasty, love machine, desire snowball rolling down fucking Divorce Mountain,” Adams says. “That’s who I was. That’s not a put-on. I’m a musician, a guitar player, a songwriter. I’ve never read a Bukowski book where he didn’t have something to say. There’s not a Henry Miller book called ‘Just Fuckin’ Around With the Typewriter.’ I have legitimate stuff to say because of what I have been through in my life. People have died around me. There’s a way of processing the world that can be beautiful and romantic, and I got to these songs and this process by starting in this way by necessity. If I were in a video game of my own life, then I leveled up so fast after those first songs.”

Despite any connotations associated with the word “prisoner,” Adams is adamant that the album’s title track—a lover’s lament protectively encased in a relatively chirpy pop song—captures his newfound feeling of freedom. “That’s just a love song that talks about how ridiculous it is to capture yourself in bullshit expectations—and unnecessary expectations about who you really are and what you really feel—but have an extraordinary amount of desire left in you for life and for things that are on the periphery. You’re basically only prisoner to yourself,” he says. “There’s a lot of concepts in Buddhism, Taoism, that we’re all mentally captive to the things that we think we want—those deeper, intrinsic pleasures. It could be love or sex or art or adventure.

“But for the most part, a lot of people will hold themselves captive, whether it’s to a job or their attitude. It’s that thing where people go, ‘I smoked pot and I had the worst panic attack and I’ll never smoke again!’ Once in a while, if you live long enough, you hear someone say that and you think, ‘Did you try sativa?’ or ‘Did you get a good look at yourself?’ Because imagine Mike Pence getting real fucking high and thinking about the shit that he says. He would go, ‘Oh, my God. I’m a living monster.’ And then he’d have to change. It’s like a mirror. That’s what that whole record, the entire body of tunes, is actually about.”